That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Sixty-Six

Chapter Sixty-Six

*The story is still going on guys! It's not over lol

* D a r c y *

"Amen." I said, turning to Harry when everyone began to dig in the food Anne and I assume two of Harry's aunts have prepared.

Harry and I looked at each other and he knew why I looked at him. He knew exactly why I was smiling big. He knew perfectly how happy and utterly surprised I was when he said "amen."

Our hands were still holding on to each other while we kept eyes contact. That is until he turned, lightly coughing from behind him, abandoning my hand on the table. My focus faced away from sick Harry and looked around the big meal that was set in front of me. Might as well dig in.

I took everything that was set, placing it in front of me almost trying not drool over my big plate that I for surely will finish. Harry did the same as me a little while after he coughed. When he finished gathering his food, he literally filled his plate like a mountain.

"What?" He said, making to look up at him.

"Wow." I laughed then began to take bites of Anne's cooking, including Harry's two aunts help with his mom.

Eating in the table wasn't as embarrassing because I felt like I was comfortable enough to be there, especially near Harry. While we ate, Anne apparently has a boyfriend back in Holmes Chapel since she was speaking about it right now, and I listened while chewing.

Everyone was watching Anne speak, including me but I felt something on me - as if someone was staring at me, instantly making me turn to Harry. He was looking at me. My mouth opened slightly, and turned red in seconds. Imagine how stupid I looked while eating and chewing? I mentally slapped my forehead, and snapped my attention back to Harry - who was eyes on me - and forced him to look at Anne. He disapproved, and then he scooted a little closer to me.

His chair scraped through his hard wood floors, making a few of his relatives to turn and quickly turn back. Something made me suck in all the air once he got closer, but when his thigh touched mine, I've been hit by an electrical feeling. A feeling that made me connect and remain my thigh with his. I've never felt him down his long legs, and slightly feeling them now made me giddy, smiling beneath my straight face.

His hand took mine, dropping it down under the table from preventing anyone to see. He set it on to of his lap, not sexually making me touch him, but he only entwined our hands under the table.

I felt extremely nervous when I felt the feeling of his long thigh, because it was close to the area I wouldn't dare to touch. He set our hands farther away to the center of his thigh which made me feel more relief. Yet, very nervous.

When everyone began to eat properly without a story, they looked at us.

"Why are you eating with one hand, baby?" Anne asks, clearly didn't notice my single hand.

My hand escaped from his hand, setting it on my thigh, blushing like crazy.

"I don't know." Harry laughs, bringing his hand up while he pushed his hair behind. "I guess I am just weird."

It made me laugh while playing with my food, foolishly looking at him, and Harry foolishly looking back. I turned back to my unfinished food, and smiled. Smiling because Harry made me smile.

Harry and I volunteered to clean the table, while everyone went to freshen up or put on the night close to watch a family movie.

"The meal was really good, your mom is a chef." I told Harry while washing dishes. "I am really full."